Bit'O'Gristle:Didn't wanna leave the dog alone huh? Bullshiat. I had to shoot one of my dogs, and it was the hardest thing i have ever had to do. I think it was more "her spirit will be with me" than she didnt want the dog to be alone, as SOMEONE would have taken it. Thank god her kids werent there, she would have offed them too.

Hard for you maybe. Like Mindy, I grew up on a farm where death, probably more so than life, was part of the daily routine. Some animal was either too sick to go on, or more often, we had too many already. I remember standing behind the barn cat with a hammer as she gave birth. Then one of our mules got tangled up in some barbed wire and all I had was a cattle prod. It took forever and stunk like all get out. For my birthday one year, all of our chickens came down with some sort of avian flu. My back hurt from lugging around the weed whacker all day. Was it fun? At first. But then it was just work. That's farm living, I suppose.

I've never been happier than the day after my folks passed away in their sleep and I was free from that griding existence. I herded all the horses and goats and pigs and everything else into the huge aluminum equipment barn and chained the doors. They said you could see the smoke and hear the animals all the way in town. I guess you get a little callous living around animals like that, but somebody's got to do it.

Probably just perfecting her aim. It's a tough decision to take your own life and that tends to cause one to shake a bit. Seems she was a trooper though and got through it with flying colors. Good for her.

spentmiles:Bit'O'Gristle: Didn't wanna leave the dog alone huh? Bullshiat. I had to shoot one of my dogs, and it was the hardest thing i have ever had to do. I think it was more "her spirit will be with me" than she didnt want the dog to be alone, as SOMEONE would have taken it. Thank god her kids werent there, she would have offed them too.

Hard for you maybe. Like Mindy, I grew up on a farm where death, probably more so than life, was part of the daily routine. Some animal was either too sick to go on, or more often, we had too many already. I remember standing behind the barn cat with a hammer as she gave birth. Then one of our mules got tangled up in some barbed wire and all I had was a cattle prod. It took forever and stunk like all get out. For my birthday one year, all of our chickens came down with some sort of avian flu. My back hurt from lugging around the weed whacker all day. Was it fun? At first. But then it was just work. That's farm living, I suppose.

I've never been happier than the day after my folks passed away in their sleep and I was free from that griding existence. I herded all the horses and goats and pigs and everything else into the huge aluminum equipment barn and chained the doors. They said you could see the smoke and hear the animals all the way in town. I guess you get a little callous living around animals like that, but somebody's got to do it.

Meisaims:Bit'O'Gristle: Didn't wanna leave the dog alone huh? Bullshiat. I had to shoot one of my dogs, and it was the hardest thing i have ever had to do. I think it was more "her spirit will be with me" than she didnt want the dog to be alone, as SOMEONE would have taken it. Thank god her kids werent there, she would have offed them too.

Why did you have to shoot one of your dogs? o.o I'm simultaneously horrified that you had to do this, and impressed that someone still exists who could do this if necessary.

It caught rabies when it fought with the wolf... weren't you watching?

spentmiles:Bit'O'Gristle: Didn't wanna leave the dog alone huh? Bullshiat. I had to shoot one of my dogs, and it was the hardest thing i have ever had to do. I think it was more "her spirit will be with me" than she didnt want the dog to be alone, as SOMEONE would have taken it. Thank god her kids werent there, she would have offed them too.

Hard for you maybe. Like Mindy, I grew up on a farm where death, probably more so than life, was part of the daily routine. Some animal was either too sick to go on, or more often, we had too many already. I remember standing behind the barn cat with a hammer as she gave birth. Then one of our mules got tangled up in some barbed wire and all I had was a cattle prod. It took forever and stunk like all get out. For my birthday one year, all of our chickens came down with some sort of avian flu. My back hurt from lugging around the weed whacker all day. Was it fun? At first. But then it was just work. That's farm living, I suppose.

I've never been happier than the day after my folks passed away in their sleep and I was free from that griding existence. I herded all the horses and goats and pigs and everything else into the huge aluminum equipment barn and chained the doors. They said you could see the smoke and hear the animals all the way in town. I guess you get a little callous living around animals like that, but somebody's got to do it.

You have your off days where you're just not that funny.This isn't one of them.

All Fox products are beneath me, so of course I didn't RTFA, but I can use some quick logic theory to interpolate.

Some news media is difficult to believe.Some news media is extremely biased.Fox is a media outlet.

Therefore, it is difficult to believe that some Fox media is not extremely biased.

Some neocon redneck shot her dog. To me this should be a capital offense.I think we should dig her up, kill her again, and toss her rotting carcass into the Carnival Triumph bilge.

Then we shoot holes in the hull and let it sink. Then it will biodegrade and eventually become a reef for unicellular organisms in the Gulf of Mexico. It may take 70 or so years, but hey, it's not easy to get much value from a stupid whitebread cracker southern country redneck b*tch like that.

Mary Provost did not look her bestThe day the cops bust into her loneiy nestIn the cheap hotel upon Hollywood West July 29She'd been lyin' therefor two or three weeksThe neighbors saidthey never heard a squeakFor hungry eyes that couid not speakSaid even little doggie's have got to eat

She was winnerThe became the doggie's dinnerShe never meant that much to me(But now I see) Oh poor Mary

spentmiles:Bit'O'Gristle: Didn't wanna leave the dog alone huh? Bullshiat. I had to shoot one of my dogs, and it was the hardest thing i have ever had to do. I think it was more "her spirit will be with me" than she didnt want the dog to be alone, as SOMEONE would have taken it. Thank god her kids werent there, she would have offed them too.

Hard for you maybe. Like Mindy, I grew up on a farm where death, probably more so than life, was part of the daily routine. Some animal was either too sick to go on, or more often, we had too many already. I remember standing behind the barn cat with a hammer as she gave birth. Then one of our mules got tangled up in some barbed wire and all I had was a cattle prod. It took forever and stunk like all get out. For my birthday one year, all of our chickens came down with some sort of avian flu. My back hurt from lugging around the weed whacker all day. Was it fun? At first. But then it was just work. That's farm living, I suppose.

I've never been happier than the day after my folks passed away in their sleep and I was free from that griding existence. I herded all the horses and goats and pigs and everything else into the huge aluminum equipment barn and chained the doors. They said you could see the smoke and hear the animals all the way in town. I guess you get a little callous living around animals like that, but somebody's got to do it.

"A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate, "Suicide is selfishness." Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call in a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reason: to evade fingers of blame, to impress one's audience with one's mental fiber, to vent anger, or just because one lacks the necessary suffering to sympathize. Cowardice is nothing to do with it - suicide takes considerable courage. Japanese have the right idea. No, what's selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching. The only selfishness lies in ruining strangers' days by forcing 'em to witness a grotesqueness."